[Intro: Opening Skit]
[Cold] This motherf**er owe me a lot of money, you know what I'm sayin?
[Km.G] Aww, that's motherf**er
[Cold] Bullsh**??, we gonna go there and do this, man
[Km.G] Alright, alright
[Cold] So f** all these freak joints, over here
You know, let's check this b**h out over here
[b**h] Aiy baby, welcome to the place where it's always goin' on, can I help you?
[Cold] No, you can't help us, ho
[Km.G] Yo, we're lookin' for Toe Trip Tony, where this n***a at?
I know he's here
[b**h] Aww honey, that's cla**...
(*Cold 187Um co*ked the gun and put it in b**h head*)
[Km.G] b**h
[b**h] See him on 242, straight down the hog to your left..
I don't want no motherf**in' trouble
Y'all always comin' in here startin' motherf**in' trouble
[Cold] Let's do this, man
(*Door Knocked*)
[Cold] Open the door, Tony
[Tony] Who the f** at my door?
[Cold] Open the door, man
[Tony] Who the f** at my door?
[Cold] Yo man, what's up with my end, man, what's up with my end?
[Tony] I was at seven man, I was just like kickin' at seven
I told your women what's up, we talked about this..
[Cold] No man, No motherf**er, you ain't talked about nothin'
You ain't talked to nobody and you outta time, motherf**er
[Tony] Aww man, I'm tryin' to..
[Cold] You got kicked me in end, then man
[Tony] What's up, well, can I get a little time man, I got some time
[Cold] No, no, time is expired motherf**er
(*4 Gun Shots*) (*Women screaming*)
[Interlude #1: Cold 187Um]
Do you know, motherf**ers need to get the f** up off our back
[Km.G] Yeah
Cause you know A.T.L ain't never goin' out like that
[Km.G] Black Mafia Life
I am the Coooooold 187
Yo, and I'mma do a little somethin' like this
[Cold 187Um]
Now see, some try to label me a psychopath
Cause I think the sh** is funny when I'm bustin' on a fool's a**
It don't matter, the sh**'s out the Glock
Cause ain't no names on a bullet in a shootout
The way I think is kind of strange you would guess
But nowadays, it's like the motherf**in' wild west
One come up, put you six feet under
And do it so fast I'll make everybody wonder
Yo, Where he go, where he been, where he at
They find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your back
Cooold, waitin' for the meat wagon
I put two in your head to let you know, it wouldn't lack
Straight Mafia style is kind of crazy
Nooooooh, the motherf**er didn't fade me
Yo, so tell your homey, tell your clique, tell your gang
Then we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangs
But in the heated scrap, when things are cookin'
One of my homies might bust when you ain't lookin' (*Gun shots*)
And now they're sayin' that them n***as be trippin'
But just like we say in the hood "don't get caught slippin"
So I stay strapped, even though I rap, cause when I step
See, the old punks and new jacks, they still wanna get a rep
But I'll be that motherf**er just like the Grim Reaper
But a little bit cheaper
So fool, you better have your sh** together
Cause if you f** with '87 he will hunt you forever
Yeah, and that's how you deal with them punk motherf**ers
[Interlude #2]
[Cold 187Um:] Yo, yo Km.G
[Km.G:] What's up my n***a?
[Cold 187Um:] What's up, man?
[Km.G:] Yeah, this is the process
[Cold 187Um:] The process of what?
[Km.G:] Process of Elimination
[Cold 187Um:] Yeah
[Km.G:] Eliminatin' all fools that don't understand the Black Mafia sound
[Cold 187Um:] hell, yeah
[Km.G:] Let me let them have it
[Km.G]
You see, you could just label me the undertaker
Cause I speed up your chance for you to meet your maker
See, Judgement Day has come
You're bein' tried by a black-Ass-n***a that's pulled many triggers
sh**, I'm the jury and I'm also the judge
For this I'm around, I can't show much love
Here's a vision: I'm a motherf**in' a**a**in
Fools I clip, keeps me clockin' a grip
So I lay low then I wait for a connection
"Surveillance ain't sh** to us without police protection"
Cause when n***a is got a gun "yeah"
Motherf**ers better run
Cause there's one more thing that's worse than a black man rappin'
And that's another n***a cappin'
Cause them brothers were slaves, if a n***a had a gat
He would've f**ed all the hoes and took the white man's sack
But, this is the 90's and what's really goin' on?
We jackin' marks for their title, their ends and their zones
Give a pimp a little paper, he's a politician
Anything's possible, call me Alouitious
sh**, this is a potion to sip and don't hurl
A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld
"So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain't really used to us"
You a black guillotine, the motherf**in' executioners
Yeah, Now let a real G from the real n***as eliminate a few fools
[Interlude #3: MC Ren]
Yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I'm sayin?
All about that Black Mafia Life
With A.T.L, you know, I'm livin' like a hustler
I'm the real n***a number 1
Yo, we about to do somethin' to you right here, so check this out
It goes like this, check it
[MC Ren]
The process of elimination, the real n***a number one
I'll get the motherf**in' job done
Because my voice is like a defensive line
You beggin' for me to come with it because I'm attackin' you with tough rhyme
Because MC Ren'll talk the days of wayback
And how I had n***as on their backs
Gettin' f**ed like a ho in the back of the '64
And s**in' dicks like tricks
I only hang with G's
Cause they don't give a diznamn
To make it clear, they don't give a damn
I used to wear black, but the sh** got played
From the biting-Ass-n***as that I slayed
For tryin' to walk the path that I walk in
And 90% of them tryin' to talk how I be talkin' Yo
But they can't get that, cause 'Ren ain't with that
And n***as in L.A. you need to quit that
So get your mouth off my family j**els
Cause playin' with 'Ren, you ain't f**in' with rules
It's every n***a for himself when I'm known to start to swing
Cause it ain't nothin' but a thang
Or I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest (*Gun shot*)
So I can speed up the process
[Interlude #4]
[MC Ren:] Aiyyo, Km.G
[Km.G:] What's up?
[MC Ren:] Why don't tell these n***as what time it is in '91?
[Km.G]
Yeah, there it is
The straight gangsters sh** on the motherf**in' hit
The Black Mafia sound from the motherf**in' underground
Cussin' and bustin, lettin' the underground have it, there it is
[MC Ren]
And yo, this is MC Ren
Real n***a number one, gettin' the job done
Yo, to everybody out there, they know what time it is
Tell them what's up
[Cold 187Um]
Yo, this is Cooooooooold 187
Yo, you know I'm doing the mad-Ass-Gangster sh** always
That's how I gets paid
Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta here, yeah
[Outro: Allen Payne *Sample from 'New Jack City'*]
Now, that's how you k** somebody my brother
You get right up on the motherf**er, and BOO-YAA
Blow his brains all over the sidewalk, in broad daylight...